"No, Louie was reminding me of my place." "Your place?" He leaned his arms on the table and stared at me. "Because I'm biracial, Sage. Have you noticed that one of these things is not like the others?" He gestured around the dining room full of white faces. "Wait. You're biracial?" I mean, I'd never really thought about it, but given his first name, I'd more or less assumed his dark hair, dark eyes, and dark skin were standard issue from a Latin heritage. Italian. Or maybe Greek.
